My friends they told me
That I should get a life
Quit my song writing

Cause it wouldn't get me by
When I'm old
When I'm old


I just may find myself
In an old rocking chair

Sittting by some window
With a nurse standing there
Trying to help

Trying to help

I left them behind

While I forged ahead
They're listening to my songs
While they're lying in bed

All by themselves
All by themselves


I'll get me my pen
A pad of paper to write
My friends are old

It seems they have no life
Of their own
Of their own


I make a little money
From each song that I sell

While my friends are weeping
Cause I wrote them so well
I'm getting by

I'm getiing by

I left them behind

While I forged ahead
They're listening to my songs
While they're lying in bed

All by themselves
All by myself
All by themselves

All by myself